Lyrics:
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New
all metal
And my jewels, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows, stay true to the ghetto
Write your name
all metal
And my jewels, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows, stay true to the ghetto
Write your name
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
(uh)
Sip by the liter
Now I feel so mellow, not low but just my level
They said the Skies Blue, but it's Yellow
I got to get up out the ghetto
Big Mon, Big Boss!
Feel like I'm drownin' Surrounded by forms of bigotry
I thought I had felt pain When that bitch was playin' in them sheets
But it
to lose
And the only thing keeping me sane
Is whiskey and the blues
Oh daddy, oh daddy here I am
I was bred by the hands of a guitar man
Moved
(Bosley)
Brand new coupe
And the inside new, and the inside blue
And you know I'm Big Redd, but I count that blue
Might lose my cool, don't try
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for
Let me tell you bout the boy who was trapped in time
Rattled by the tribulations of divine
Till finally the vision had unlocked the rhyme
Now
[Pharrell]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is
shoes
A lack of green a give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make nigga rude
Make a grown person speak his open tomb
(I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I
toup blow off
I ain't crip I'm just a blue gray show off
Ghetto fab I more than rap for my bucks
Keep two 9's on me like Warren Sapp from the Buccs
Diary of a ghetto kid
Feel inspired? Send me dough
Pay me cash, credit too
BTC and equity
Major racks, heavy blues
Benjamins, the sterling's good
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
the dollars
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow
Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say
They promised me forty
precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will
iss goin shoot
You was wrong nigga who
Fuck hoes by the two
Counting paper in the booth
All my hunnids skripped up blue
Niggas hopped on the wave don't
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
just to get to you
But I'm surrounded by midnight singing these two white boy blues
I said you must leave take your mirror and your straw
If you're
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